Up he the spiral stairs did climb,
With extravagant air of grace,
Not knowing that the face of time,
Steadily crept upon his face;
With every step since his old prime,
Age was leaving a lasting trace:
A dagger of a form sublime,
Tearing his life’s delicate lace;
Oblivious of the warning chime,
He climbed densely to empty space.
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I did not know my glass house was
in fact a store front window display
where my every action is an advertisement
and my words are to be changed and hung
up and thrown out with every season I grow.
When I was younger, I was not aware that
I was a product, a special commodity to be bought
and paid for with chocolates and unzipped pants, and flowers,
to be programmed with only certain phrases and
preapproved emotions, that I am a fantasy but breathing.
How could I have known my education was to consist
of the equation to finding a man, the art of subtlety, the
science to domesticity, and how to write myself as
a book easy enough to read, but
A Chess Piece
I'm just a chess piece,
On a chess board,
Carrying a gun,
Carrying a sword.
I'm just a chess piece,
With no face,
Killing in pride,
Killing in grace.
I'm just a chess piece,
With no mind;
I'm here to fight,
Yes I'm blind.
I'm just a toy,
In my master's hand;
I do as told,
I don't feel bad.
I'm just a pawn,
In the front line;
I'm born to kill,
I can't resign.
I'm just a bishop,
I'm here to preach,
"Kill thy enemies,"
A lesson I teach.
I'm just a castle,
I bring peace,
With my guns,
In deadly sprees.
I'm just a knight,
Proud and brave;
Under my sword,
No one is safe.
I'm just a queen,
Unequivocally sweet;
Spoils of war,
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